York turns when he hears her voice, his smile unfaltering even when he sees that she's wearing a scowl to go with her leave clothes. Which are fine for a club, even if he wishes she'd take her hair down. Maybe he can convince her when they're on line to get in.

"I'm going. I was worried you weren't." He shifts away from the elevator and motions for her to follow him out. "I should warn you, I have no idea where everybody else went."